“How can you draw on anything?”

I tried to reiterate the importance of all these piles; works on top of piles of works. How can I care about a single thing when I don’t care about any of it at all? The poems were just there, all I had to do was edit the manufacturers stamp. Thats where it got exciting and I knew I could do it. It was from the loading-zone-bay where I took the empty cardboard boxes and crammed them in her mustang after a late night shift. We had 48 hours before we were to load up the truck. Did I bring enough? Did I bring too much? Did I throw enough away? Did I need to bring any of it?

EW: Earlier you mentioned “target practice.” Can you identify an initial impulse behind making your work?